Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 76



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 76

Non-compliance (1)

On the day of the non-profit organization.

Ichimoku, who had just woken up, let out a faint sigh.

“Damn. Is it today already?”

It was the teaching of the Bimoohoego Gwanju, and Ilmok had no interest at all.

‘I need to give that damned blue-haired instructor a big slap…’

How can I get revenge on that damned male instructor who is paying for the pain of a broken heart in this way?

That was the only issue that mattered to Ichimoku.

After finishing his bath and breakfast while absorbed in such trivial thoughts, Ichimoku had already arrived at the martial arts studio where the martial arts competition was scheduled to take place.

“This is today’s non-combat order, so make sure to check it out.”

Chu Il-hwan, the target of the day, said so and put up the poster.

Everyone rushed to the wall to check their turn and opponent, and Chu Il-hwan, who had escaped to the side to avoid the guards, smiled playfully at Ilmok.

‘I’ll give you a room.’

Ichimoku, who couldn’t think of a useful method right away, headed towards the wall poster, secretly vowing revenge.

Ichimoku, who checked the various names written there, let out a snort.

‘Is it sorted by level?’

Ilmok’s turn was last. And right before Ilmok was Dokgo-pae, and conversely, Ju Seo-yeon was the very first.

Ilmok, who had roughly grasped the situation, tried to quickly draw attention away, but Dokgo-pae approached Ilmok.

“Prince Ilmok. Have you checked the non-combat opponent?”

“I saw it at least once.”

Ilmok kept his words to himself, not wanting to get involved with a crazy guy, but Dokgo-pae kept talking to him.

“Then I understand. The opponent of Confucius Ilmok is none other than the Gae-mang of the Hundred Schools.”

“… You didn’t see it that way?”

“Aren’t you the one who’s a loser?” Ilmok answered, hiding his true feelings.

“Huh. It seems like he’s acting sane since coming to the Magic Hall, but he was very famous before he entered the hall. He’s probably still trying very hard to act like he’s reformed.”

Ilmok listened to Dokgo’s gossip with one ear and let it go out the other.

I already knew from Jin Ha-yeon when I was preparing to enter the Magic Academy that Baekga and Dokgo Se-ga were not on good terms.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

When I asked to stop listening to useless gossip, Dokgo-pae answered with a serious face.

“If I were you, I would have wanted to crush that bastard’s nose, but since I ended up fighting with Confucius, I will tell you about that bastard’s martial arts skills.”

“Are you talking about the martial arts of Baekcheon Gwando?”

“That’s right. That damn bastard is a direct descendant of Baekga, and he’s learning secret techniques.”

Indeed, Ichimoku nodded.

The Baekga (白家) family’s other name was Baek-eun-baek-ga (百隱白家). It meant that they had a hundred hidden weapons, and they were a family famous for their secret techniques.

“If I do that, I’ll be throwing spears and weapons nonstop even when I’m not fighting?”

“That’s right. Aren’t those so-called Shinkyo unmanned guys really petty?”

This was Dokgo-pae’s remark that clearly showed why Dokgo Se-ga and Baek Eun-baek-ga were enemies.

However, Ilmok was not interested in the affairs of Baekga and Dokgo Sega. Instead, his interests were focused elsewhere.

‘Wait, if I use this well…?’

Ilmok smiled brightly as he came up with a plan to take revenge on Chu Il-hwan, even if it was just a small one.

“Good information.”

At Ilmok’s smile, Dokgo-pae also twisted the corners of his mouth.

“I will only trust in Confucius.”

Dokgo-pae.

The reason he told Ilmok this information was not simply because he hated Baekcheon.

‘The youngest prince had already had an altercation with a senior named Mak Ho-yeol or something. The seniors must already know about the youngest prince’s martial arts. This is an unfair fight!’

The superficial reason was precisely this.

As the eldest grandson of the proud and upright Dokgo family, I cannot stand by and watch this kind of unfair fight…

In fact, it was just an excuse.

‘The youngest Confucius is still one step ahead of me. However, if the youngest Confucius beats that bastard, and I beat the youngest Confucius, then it means that I am superior to that bastard of a hundred families!’

It was a perfect plan that came to mind after much thought.

In particular, Baekcheon was one level higher, so he would graduate from the Magic Academy first.

Even after Baekcheon finished his training, he reached the astonishing conclusion that if he could just beat Confucius, he would be able to beat Baekcheon.

“ha ha ha.”

“Hehehehehe.”

In that way, the two young men were dreaming different dreams while laughing viciously.

* * *

After Ilmok obtained useful information from Dokgo-pae.

Soon the instructors gathered, followed by the captain and vice captain, who took their seats on one side.

On the other side, the senior riders had already gathered and were checking their own order of battle just like the riders of Ichimoku.

As soon as everyone gathered, the banquet began.

The first turn was Ju Seo-yeon’s, as Ilmok had confirmed.

“Let’s get started!”

As soon as the instructor, who had taken on the role of a sort of referee, gave the order, Joo Seo-yeon and the senior officer began to move.

visor!

Before he could even hold out for ten rounds, Ju Seo-yeon’s spear was lifted upward.

Pot!

And as she collapsed, her posture collapsed and she was overcome by the magic blood of the senior official’s technique, and she froze in place.

‘Hmm. It seems like your skills have improved quite a bit recently, but it seems like there’s quite a gap between your seniors and juniors.’

It was a simple review from Ichimoku who was watching the match.

The fight continued after that. As expected, it was a battle based on skill level, and in the first half, all the officials from the second division came forward.

Most of the people I didn’t particularly care about were officials whose names I didn’t even know, but there were one or two who stood out.

‘He seems to be smart, but his martial arts skills are a bit lacking.’

In the last exam, the Guan Dao, who seemed like a bookworm who was a member of the Dokgo faction, came out quite early in the rankings and was quickly defeated and dropped.

And then Jeong-Hyeon stepped into the center of the training ground.

It was a strange order, considering how well he had performed in the last exam. Even more so, considering that he had performed much better than Choi Woong, who was in the top class.

However, after examining the previous battle, I was able to get a grasp of the situation.

‘Is it sorted by pure non-martial arts ability rather than simple grades?’

Jeonghyeon’s archery and other skills were much more useful in actual combat than in simple direct confrontations.

“Okay, I’ll take care of it.”

Jeong Hyeon, who stepped into the center of the training ground, took the lottery ticket while trembling and saluted in a voice that was as loud as an ant’s.

Immediately after Jeong-Hyeon, who was sitting about 6 meters away from the senior officer, lifted his bow.

“Let’s get started!”

As soon as the instructor gave the order, the senior officer charged towards Jeong-Hyeon.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Jeong-Hyeon also shot the arrow he had been preparing in advance.

Pot!

He immediately took action to distance himself from his senior by following the law.

However, the power of arrows fired directly from the front without any cover was bound to be halved.

visor!

Senior Kwan-Do calmly dodged the arrows shot by Jeong-Hyeon and gradually pushed Jeong-Hyeon forward.

“Eek!?”

The moment the distance between them finally narrowed to a distance of one meter, Jeong-Hyeon froze and let out a strange breathing sound.

Pot!

The senior, who did not miss the moment when Jeong-hyeon froze, quickly rushed in, thrust his sword in front of Jeong-hyeon’s nose, and then stopped.

Immediately after the rain.

There was an unpleasant rumor going around among those watching the fight.

“Tsk. How pathetic.”

“How can a person who is a disciple of the new religion be so weak?”

“As expected, archery has its limits.”

“There’s still a lot of time left until I finish my training at the Magic Academy, so I think it might be better to learn a new martial art.”

There were also mutterings from the same classmates, and voices coming from the senior officers.

Naturally, Ichimoku’s forehead furrowed.

‘You idiots.’

It wasn’t that he was angry because of the disparaging remarks made about Jeong-hyeon, who was close to him. Even that was annoying.

‘Is there nothing you can do but confront your head?’

Rather, it was because he looked so stupid that he frowned.

Honestly, of all the martial arts of all the officials here, Ilmok thought Jeong Hyeon’s archery was the most terrifying.

Since the other guys’ martial arts skills were going to be displayed openly anyway, I was confident that I could deal with them.

Of course, it was all thanks to Cheonma’s teachings that I became so strong-hearted.

Thanks to having fought countless battles with Cheonma, the best master of the Cheonmasingyo, he was able to avoid even the slightest attack without blinking.

But what if an arrow suddenly flies in during a melee from an unseen location?

No. Even if it’s not necessarily a melee, what if someone shoots you with a bow from afar while you’re sleeping?

In addition to that.

‘There’s no need to fight head-on, sweating profusely. Just hide and rest, and when the target comes, snipe and kill! Phew. I should have learned archery.’

For Ichimoku, who values ​​rest and efficiency, archery was truly the best martial art.

While Ilmok was thinking about that, Jeong-hyeon, who had finished his military service, was walking back to his classmates with his shoulders hunched.

Ilmok, who had been watching Bimu with an indifferent expression from the corner, took a step forward and approached Jeong-hyeon.

“Don’t worry too much about it. I know the true value of the Jeong Gwan-do.”

“My, my true value?”

At the cheering from Ilmok, for some reason, Jeong-Hyeon’s shoulders hunched even further. He even lowered his head, making him look completely intimidated.

‘… Did I say that for nothing?’

Ichimoku, who felt awkward for some reason, left a word of praise and then turned his gaze to look in the direction where the martial arts were unfolding.

“Ahem. I’m sure others will recognize it someday.”

* * *

Even after Jeong-Hyeon, the non-combat continued.

After the order of the Eulban officials was over, the order of the Aban officials, similar to the Ilmok, continued.

“Ohhohoho!”

Even though Bang Mi-hwa was being pushed back by her senior, she tried to act relaxed and let out a strange laugh, but eventually lost.

And in the case of Dokgo-pae.

“Try to block this too, senior!”

“Hahahahaha! That’s amazing!”

As it turned out, he had a fierce fight with a similarly minded person named Mak Ho-yeol.

They take turns demonstrating their confident martial arts skills, and clash their swords and swords without stopping.

There was no concession, no backing down, no avoiding the opponent’s martial arts.

It was Dokgo-pae who was known for his strong sword and one-sided attacks, and Makho-yeol who held on by repelling all of Dokgo-pae’s Dokgo-pae’s Dokgo-pae’s Dokgo-pae’s Dokgo-pae’s Dokgo-pae’s attacks with his sword skills.

“If you can stop me this far, I will admit my defeat!”

“Come in and take a look!”

In the end, Dokgo-pae showed off the most powerful superpower he could.

A huge amount of energy flowed out from his great sword, forming a heavy sword energy.

“Great!!”

Mak Ho-yeol swung his sword with shining eyes and struck Dokgo-pae’s sword repeatedly.

Ichimoku, who was watching the hot rain, thought.

‘Where did you sell the law?’

Even the corner of Dokgo’s mouth, which was unfolding its last attack, was already dripping with blood.

It was said that he continued to be attacked head-on even as his internal injuries piled up.

‘Oh, you ignorant kids.’

Their romantic fight was completely incomprehensible to me.

Meanwhile, Mak Ho-yeol’s sword was continuously striking Dokgo-pae’s large sword.

“Ugh.”

Immediately after the giant sword stopped, having lost its power, Dokgo-pae let out a faint groan as he was injured.

In the midst of all this, Dokgo-pae, who had been standing firm, retrieved his sword and took the prize, paying respect to Mak Ho-yeol.

“I will admit my defeat, Senior.”

“Hahaha! I didn’t know I had such a great junior. Thanks to you, I feel like I’ve had a huge awakening!”

It felt like finding a lost brother.

It felt like my head was spinning as I began to think that maybe the two of them would become sworn brothers soon.

‘Damn. Are they both coming together now?’

As Ilmok shook his head, recalling horrible thoughts, his classmates around him looked tense.

‘Are you disappointed by any chance?’

‘Well… if it’s the youngest prince, then maybe that’s true.’

‘Yes. If you listen to the stories of the seniors back then, the youngest Confucius said that he defeated that senior Mak Ho-yeol, right?’

The reason they came up with such thoughts was simple.

A total of nineteen fights have been fought so far, and their record has been a complete defeat.

I had expected that the seniors’ level would be higher, but such a one-sided result was shocking.

At that moment, Mak Ho-yeol and Dokgo-pae stepped back and the instructor called out the names of the next group of officers.

“One eye, one eye. And one hundred thousand eyes, one eye, come forward!”

With that instruction, Ichimoku, who had been shaking his head, clicked his tongue with a displeased expression and stepped forward.

As they watched the back of Ichimoku moving towards the center of the training ground, his comrades thought.

‘Yeah! The youngest prince might win.’

‘We all lost, but it would be different if we won the grand battle!’

The motives that reached the strange conclusion shouted towards the one who stepped forward.

“Youngest prince, cheer up!”

“The youngest prince is the pride of our class!”

“Confucius can win!”

Suddenly, it was Il-mok who became his peers’ only hope.